I've discovered that men have stong opinions about what their son's hair looks like.
With the girls, it's apparently okay if their long curls look as if they've just spent a day on the North Shore riding the waves. The first month or so that Dash was born, I think all the teachers at Bunny and Wallie's school new that Papa was in charge of the morning routine. When I saw their hair "styles" at the end of the day? I was almost embarrassed enough to wake up every morning and comb it myself.
Almost. Priorities, after all.
With the boy? Things are different. We took him to get "lined up" when he was 4-months-old. I wouldn't have thought of it, but Papa didn't like the scruff around the ears. Or the scraggly baby mullet forming at the neckline. Dash does have lots of hair for a little dude, and okay, I admit, it was starting to look a little messy. I never thought I'd be one of those moms with a son with a buzz cut (I even wrote about it), but now? I kinda get it. There's a fine line between fashionably messy and just plain unkempt. (Where is it?! Where is the line?!)
A mom friend told me that she takes her son in for a trim every six weeks. Six wha-? I don't even cut my own hair that often. And girls go twice a year—they get a back-to-school cut and one around Easter. Or when I finally notice that all the year-round swimming they do is taking a toll on their ends.
Six weeks.
This is all new to me.
